music and words and thoughts and cookies
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Folsom Prison Blues (Live at Folsom Prison) - Johnny Cash
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Rick Santorum: 'I don’t want to make black people’s lives better by giving them someone else’s money."
Said to a mostly white Iowa audience. Interestingly, white welfare recipients outnumber black recipients slightly nationwide…and nine-to-one in Iowa. Which makes you wonder: Why’s Rick bothering to single out African Americans on the dole? Hm.
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Dolly Parton “Busy Signal” (Monument 45-913, 1965)
A good number of Dolly Parton’s early singles could be firmly considered Blue Eyed Soul songs. From “Control Yourself” and “Don’t Drop Out” and this song, with that lovely take on a forgotten sound (when’s the last time you got a Busy Signal?) show the original track intended for Dolly was to crossover to a Pop audience the same way Skeeter Davis, Brenda Lee and to an extent, Patsy Cline did.
I personally grew up loving Dolly Parton’s country material, and discovering these little soul gems makes me appreciate her artistry even more.
(via austinkleon & soulmo)
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The Raveonettes - The Christmas Song
(via luckyshirt)
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lonely boy // the black keys
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beauty // the shivers
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i wish i was the moon // neko case
(via sexmusic)
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The Huffington Post points out that retired U.S. Marine Scott Olsen, seriously injured by Oakland cops who hurled a tear gas canister at his head then threw a flash grenade near his crumpled body as fellow demonstrators tried to help him, served not one but TWO tours in Iraq -- and never suffered an injury.
So Oakland’s cops did what sniper’s bullets, improvised explosive devices and rocket-propelled grenades couldn’t: they hurt a U.S. soldier.
Good job, Oakland PD.
(via inothernews)
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goodbye horses // garvey ft. q lazzarus
(via sexmusic)
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Things the Grandchildren Should Know | Eels
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why i love people. and by “love,” i mean “hate”
got promoted today. the less qualified woman who was expecting the promotion later posted to her totally public facebook that she’s going to start “making voodoo dolls.”
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Something about shit and a fan or something
tonight I apologized for being disappointed that she ate my leftovers that I planned to snack on after work. because my disappointment pissed her off. then the dog peed on the vacuum and the kitten bit my face. and this is the shit I post here for the first time in months.
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black math // the white stripes
(via sexmusic)
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I am 48 years old and a recovered drug addict clean 17+ yrs.
I studied hard and became a certified addiction counselor.
Part of that included an 2 yr internship with a 40.00wk stipend.
Once legally certified, I ran a recovery residence for homeless and indigent addicts for five years making little money
85 lives were permanently changed as a result.
Program State funding was cut- residence closed
I filed bankruptcy as a result and lost my home.
I studied and began a new career in IT.
I worked for major non profit 2 years.
I rebuilt their internal worldwide communications network.
Then got laid off because free, student, foreign, and intern workers would do my job for nothing, class credit or board.
Non profits employees don’t get unemployment or other benefits.
I lost another home.
My wife finally left with everything else.
I became caretaker for a father who died of cancer
I started a new media business hiring students, and creatives in a market where the schools that tricked them into their education knew they would never be able to find a job doing what the learned and loved.
After three years the market couldn’t support the business and it began failing.
I got sick with a lung infection that almost killed me .
I spent 8 weeks in the hospital, fortunately on a grant.
Meanwhile all my audio, video, and computer equipment was repossessed.
Bankrupt again, and still very ill, I needed over a year to recover.
Finally I went to a retail management job to survive.
Slept on my mother’s floor to help her and save money.
I was hospitalized for depression. (Imagine that…) then was terminated by company.
I’m still dodging the hospital collectors for the last $300.00 owed, yet they got paid over $25,000 from Ins.
I lived and worked in recovery residence for addicts in trade for room and board for over a year.
I began another career in client and account management for a startup company streaming video online, worked for two years managing high visibility clients, making 40k a year and massive profits for the company.
I was diagnosed with a life threatening illness.
I continued work during treatment while fighting incredible and sometimes debilitating side effects.
2 weeks before I completed treatment. I was laid off.
Insurance was canceled and access to Doctors stopped.
Treatment never completed. No followup medically done.
3 Months later Company sold to foreign company.
Seems clear that although my performance evaluations and client approval ratings were through the roof, the cost factor of my illness was a part of the issue.
Looked more profitable for buyout.
Execs who got rich off my sweat, then laid me off made millions.
Foreign company laid off 60% of local employees who built company.
I got unemployment for 99 weeks while actively seeking work.
I have applied to over 350 jobs. I have had three interviews.
It has been almost three years now.
I have been rejected for age , being under skilled, and over skilled, out of work too long, or too old. Mostly I have been ignored.
I have worked in online freelance work.
Those jobs have dried up because of influx of available workers.
I am an author with two self published books and limited distribution. Five sales each. But at least I hung on to a dream and got the words out there.
I am a photographer, and sell art online.
But most seem to be worried about having the money to eat.
They are not much concerned about art.
I get that, but I try anything to survive.
I am always days away from eviction.
Even if I manage to stay, electricity and internet will be gone soon.
Then I will have no livelihood at all because I am in active relapse with my illness and in chronic pain.
I can not get medical help, and am too ill to actually go out and work now.
I will likely die of organ failure or complications within the next five years without medical intervention.
In a country that offered a dream that never came true.
Some days I wonder why I worked so hard to become a good American, and to do the next right thing based on a lie.
I wonder some days why I bothered to get clean. I could have killed my own dreams much easier 20 years ago.
I have busted my ass, maintained hope and faith in the dream.
And tried to treat people the way I want to be treated.
I wasn’t banking on this.
I AM the 99 %
I have worked too hard for this to be the end.
I am pissed . I’m tired of being screwed over and of attempts to make ME feel bad about it to alleviate YOUR guilt or greed,or to prop up your overinflated sense of self importance.
I do not care about being in the 1%.
Being out of fight or flight and survival mode would be really nice though.
Ive earned it.
I AM THE 99 %
#OCCUPYTOGETHER
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“These are irrational demands,” said Wall Street.
“I know, right?” said conservatives.
Non Sequitur & Non Sensical